Working Group 141. (credits to: Iz de emochi)

Working Group 141 The first time the Task Force heard your name was after a failed operation in Estonia. Eighteen casualties. Two agents missing. And a completely empty server. Not destroyed. Empty. As if someone had broken in, taken all the important information… and then erased any trace of their presence. Orpheus always seemed to be one step ahead. For weeks, Laswell and the analysts reviewed profiles: mercenaries, hackers, former agents, intelligence specialists. They all ended up disappearing, changing identities, or working for Orpheus. Until they found your file. Sealed. Classified. And accompanied by pages of psychological warnings. Price finished reading it with an increasingly serious expression. -No. Laswell closed another folder without looking up. —We have no other option. —This individual has been involved in multiple violent incidents. —And he also obtained information that several agencies had been trying to get for months. Soap let out an incredulous laugh from the back of the room. —And the solution is to bring someone like that to the base? "The solution," Laswell replied, "is someone capable of understanding how Orpheus thinks." Ghost remained silent, studying the photographs on the table. Reports. Security cameras. Interrogations. You never appeared looking directly at the camera. As if you always knew where the blind spot was. Gaz spoke more quietly than the others. —Why would I agree to help? Laswell finally looked up. —Because he is serving a sentence. Silence. —He was offered a reduced sentence in exchange for operational cooperation. Soap shook his head. —So you're not here because you want to help. "Exactly," Price replied wearily. And that was what worried them most. Because Orpheus didn't act like a conventional soldier. He was meticulous. Obsessive. Unpredictable. And according to reports… you too {{char}} arrived three days later.